RUINED INNOCENCE: 40 Sinful Nights Of Corruption

Completely Ruined

Lila whimpered helplessly, blindfolded and chained on her knees, her curvy body trembling with overwhelming need. The cool night air from the open window kissed her bare skin, making her heavy breasts ache and her dripping p***y clench around nothing.

"Please, brother… I want you to ruin..."

She didn’t even get to finish the sentence.

Damien’s mouth crashed down on hers in a savage, claiming kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, dominating her completely, rolling and sucking in a rhythm that somehow sent sparks straight to her c**t. Lila moaned into the kiss, her innocent mind reeling from the intensity. The metal of his tongue piercing brushed her tongue, adding a wicked new sensation that made her thighs shake.

He pushed her backward until her back hit the cool pillar. The chains on her wrists and collar kept her perfectly arched for him. Damien kissed her harder, deeper, like he wanted to devour her soul. When he finally pulled away, Lila was gasping, lips swollen, head spinning.

Before she could catch her breath, his large, rough hands trailed up her thick thighs, teasingly close to where she needed him most.

"Damien…" she begged, voice breaking.

He leaned in, lips brushing her earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. One finger lightly brushed her swollen c**t, making her jolt.

"In this game, Lila," he growled, voice dark and filthy, "I’m your salvation. If you need mercy from this torture…you f*****g beg for it."

"Please, Damien," she whimpered desperately.

He bit down on her earlobe, the sharp sting mixing with pleasure in a way that made her cry out. "Please what, little sister?"

"Please…touch me."

Her chained hands instinctively reached toward him, but Damien caught her wrist with a dark chuckle.

"Rule one, baby. You’re not allowed to touch me. If you do, I stop everything, dress you, and take you home like a good little girl."

Lila swallowed hard, her body screaming in protest. She forced her hands back, trembling with need. Damien rewarded her by plunging two thick fingers deep into her soaked virgin p***y without warning.

"Ahh!" Lila cried out, back arching violently against the chains.

"f**k, you’re so tight," Damien groaned, pumping his fingers slowly. "This innocent little cunt is gripping me like it never wants to let go. You’ve never had anything inside you before, have you, baby?"

"N-no…" she moaned, hips moving desperately against his hand.

He added a third finger, stretching her while his thumb circled her c**t. Then he dropped down and replaced his thumb with his wicked tongue, sucking her swollen nub hard while his fingers f****d her deeper.

Lila thrashed in her restraints, loud, shameless moans spilling from her lips. The pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever imagined.

"Moan all you want, little sister," Damien growled against her dripping p***y. "No one can hear you over the loud music downstairs. Scream for your big stepbrother."

He pulled his fingers out suddenly and reached for his belt. The sound of leather sliding through loops made Lila tense.

"What are you...?"

The first sharp smack of the belt landed on her full ass.

"Ah!" she cried, the sting blooming into strange, intoxicating heat.

"I want you to moan louder, Lila," Damien commanded, spanking her again. "Shout my name while I mark this perfect ass."

Every strike of the belt sent jolts of pain and pleasure through her body. Her ass grew red and hot, her p***y dripping down her thighs. Lila was crying, moaning, and begging all at once.

"Damien! Oh god, Damien!" she screamed, completely lost in the intoxicating mix.

Damien’s breathing grew ragged. The sight of his innocent stepsister chained, blindfolded, ass red from his belt, and p***y soaked was too much. With a guttural groan, he came hard in his pants something that had never happened to him before without direct stimulation.

"f**k… look what you do to me," he rasped.

He grabbed her hips, pulled her ass toward him, and lined up the thick, massive head of his c**k against her virgin entrance.

"You’re mine now," he growled. "I’m going to ruin this tight little virgin cunt."

He pushed in slowly at first. Lila moaned loudly at the incredible stretch. It hurt, but the pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure as he filled her inch by inch.

Then he thrust harder, burying himself to the hilt. Lila cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks under the blindfold. The fullness was almost too much. Damien started f*****g her hard and deep, his hips slamming against her reddened ass.

"f**k, baby," he groaned, voice filthy. "Your virgin p***y is squeezing my c**k so perfectly. So tight. So f*****g wet. This cunt was made for your stepbrother’s dick."

He f****d her relentlessly, one hand gripping her hip while the other played with her bouncing breasts, pinching her n*****s hard.

Just as Lila felt herself approaching another shattering orgasm, Damien’s phone started ringing. He didn’t stop. Still buried deep inside her, he reached into his pocket, pulled out the phone, and answered it on speaker.

"Hey Dad," Damien said casually, his voice perfectly steady while his c**k continued moving slowly inside Lila’s p***y.

Lila stiffened in pure panic, her body freezing.

"Damien, your mother and I came back early from the honeymoon. We’re at the gala venue but can’t find you two anywhere."

Lila’s eyes widened behind the blindfold. Our parents are here?

Damien grinned wickedly and thrust deeper, making Lila bite back a moan. His free hand squeezed her hard n****e, rolling it between his fingers.

"Oh, we’re upstairs, Dad. In the first VIP room," Damien replied smoothly, still f*****g her with slow, deep strokes.

"Really? Put Lila on. Her mom wants to say hi. We’ll come up shortly."

Damien’s grin turned positively demonic. He thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot inside her.

"Say hi to Dad, Lila," he ordered, voice low and commanding.

Lila’s voice came out shaky and breathy. "H-hi… Dad…"

"Lila, sweetheart? Are you okay?" her mom’s voice came through the speaker.

"I’m…I'm, f-fine, Mom..."

Damien slammed into her particularly hard, forcing a loud, uncontrollable moan from her lips.

"Lila? Did you just..."

"She’s fine," Damien cut in smoothly, hanging up the call. "Lila can’t talk right now."

The moment the call ended, Lila exploded.

"Damien! What the f**k were you thinking?" she cried, voice breaking between moans as he kept f*****g her. "You were inside me…on the phone with our parents!"

He laughed darkly, pounding into her harder. "It’s part of the thrill, little sister. And don’t lie, your p***y just got so much wetter. You loved the risk, didn’t you? My innocent little stepsister getting f****d by her brother while talking to Mommy and Daddy."

"No way," Lila gasped, even as another orgasm threatened to crash over her. "You’re crazy..."

He thrust particularly hard and deeper, making her scream in pleasure.

"Be a good girl, Lila," he growled, voice low and filthy, "and put the vibrator back in that freshly f****d p***y. Maybe… just maybe… I’ll be generous enough to let you see and touch me next time we fuck."

Lila moaned helplessly at his dirty promise, her body clenching hard around his c**k. The sound of footsteps and voices grew louder from the stairs below. Their parents were coming.

Damien pulled out slowly, his c*m dripping from her stretched hole. He pushed the vibrator back inside her, sealing his release deep within her body.

"Get dressed," he whispered darkly against her ear. "And smile for Mommy and Daddy like the innocent little girl they think you are… while my c*m and my toy are still inside you."

The VIP door opened.